I rock from above tha clouds, my nouns is like tha Shroud of Turin / a fervent purist who lets tha culture flourish with vocal nourishment / I rob with 16 wearin’ a kerchief, my bars charge a tariff for rhymes that’s deeper than tha commercial surface / I spit with brothaz Blacker than purple on tha surface / I stay at service ready to attack you rap fledglings with an aluminum bat / rumor's some of you cats rummage your brains for raps ‘n’ still come up half-assed with your half-way shook styles / I’m flyer than owls ‘n’ joust diphthongs ‘n’ vowels to make 1 sound with 6 points on my royal crown / with 7 in tha center, from January to December I made Jesus Christ a sinner / with my top of tha line thoughts, I’m suave with tha mind of God / there’s no calm before tha storm, I rush a spot like killer bee swarms / my verses rush thru cylinders as verbal slugs that pierce fleshes ‘n’ caress death like tha nape of a girl’s neck…